The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1887-06-25

'But II Mrs. Hewitt or Mrs. Taylor, or
any Of the ladies around here, could
get real home made bread, such as you
make, do yon suppose they would put
up with what they get at the baker
shopsg And you could easily get up
reputation on your rlisin cakes, and
fried crullers, and New England pump
kin pies. Now couldn't your"
Tn old lady frightened up little.
~ used 10 be pretty good at cook
ing" said she. And IL you think
could support myself
II am sure of III" cred cheerful
Grace. "And Ill go there with You
this very day 10 look Mt the place, and
will engage 1t for three months on trial.
And can paint You sign to put over
your door. Homemade Bread by
Mrs. Deborah May! And I'll hem you
some curtains and arrange the shelves
in the low Windows | almost wish
/ was going 10 be your shop-girl," she
added merrily. "But can help you
in the evening, you knowl" Grace
Craxall's prophecies proved correct.
Aunt Debby's delicious homemade
bread, whittier than powdered lilies,
sweet as ambrosia. soon acquired re-
putation, and the old lady could
scarcely bake il fast enough. People
came half dozen blocks 10 buy the
yellow pumpkin pies and delicious
apple tarts. Children brought their
boarded pennies 10 invest in chocolate
sweetmeats. vanilla caramels and
cream cakes with puffy shells and de-
licious centres of sweetness. The little
money drawer grew fat with coins and
Aunt Deeby's dim eyes grew bright
and hopeful again.
And one day Mr.. Herbert Valance,
walking by with Medora May, stopped
and looked In.
"Isn't that your cousin Grace" said
he. "behind the counter
Medora turned crimson with vexa
ton.
my cousin Grace?" she said. "No,
indeed. We are not in trade
What possessed her 10 utter this de-
liberate falsehood Medora could not
afterwards have told. Partly the
sting OF false shame, partly disin-
clination for Mr.. Herbert Valance 10
know that her relatives were, TO use
her expression, mot ladies and gentle
men,"
Mr.. Valance looked up at the sign
over the door.
"The name is May" he remarked
indiferently.
Yes said Medora, angry at her
self for blushing SO deeply, "but no
relation to us"
Mr.. Valance thought over the matter.
He afterwards met Miss May at a
party given by friend, where pretty
Grace Craxall was also present. He
had taken rather fancy TO the bright
blue eyes and delicate blonde beauty
of the former. His home was solitary
enough. now that his sisters had all
married and gone away, and perhaps
n man might find less attractive and
graceful wife than Medora May. But
he could not be mistaken, he thought
/ in Grace Craxall's identity.
And SO the next evening, about the
same time, he sauntered into the shop.
Grace was behind the daintily clean
little counter. taking some newly made
maple caramels OF the pan. She
looked up with n smile.
Good evening, MIR. Valance" said
she.
$50" he thought, 81 wasn't mis-
taken after ALL And the little blue
eyed seraph is mortal enough 10 tell a
falsehood, in spite of her angelic APP
! pearance.
But he looked serenely ut Grace.
81 didn't know you were in trade"
said he.
Didn't you? Well" retorted Grace,
III am my aunt Deborah's shop girl mt
present | always come here in the
evenings TO help her. because" she
I added, with a sweet shade of serious
ness coming over her face, "aunt was
old and poor and she didn't know how
10 maintain herself in independence;
and, unfortunately. my wages at the
factory are not enough for both. So
l advised her 20 open this business
and she did, and she's doing well; and
she bakes the most delicious bread
and pies you ever ate, So" with a
saucy twinkle under her eye'ashes.
"if you know OF any customers, will
you p.ease recommend our llrm?"
ITO be sure / shall" he answered,
In the same spirit. And am very
glad Miss Craxall, to see that you are
not ashamed Of being working girl"
"Of course I am not" said Grace
"Why should beg"